I ended up having Spain in all but two of my classes. He was smiling way too much and it got annoying. He even tried sitting next to me in every class we had together. At first I thought he would be tolerable and easy to ignore, but that bastard even felt like he just had to walk me to my car.

I took out my keys and opened the door to my gorgeous red Ferrari. Ahh, it felt nice to lean back into the smooth black leather seats and place my right hand onto the steering wheel. I looked back up to Spain because for some odd reason that bastard was still standing there and clearly not leaving, in the way of being able to close my car door. "What the hell do you want? I have to go home." It wasn't a lie, but I still had to wait for my idiotic twin brother. I could see him out of my rear view mirror talking to that potato bastard. Spain noticed me staring-well more like glaring at them.

"I just want to keep you company while you wait for Feliciano. He seems to always be with that handsome, buff blond." My hand tightened around the steering wheel and my left clenched into a fist. I whipped my head toward him. Did he think that potato bastard was attractive or something? I practically spat out, "Yea Germany has muscles. So what? He is a dick."

Spain smirked and looked back toward them. I followed his look to see Feliciano practically hanging all over him while saying their goodbyes. Spain brought my attention back to him by saying, "You really don't like him, don't you? But your brother seems to like him quite a bit." He leaned his face down until it was barely an inch away. I could feel his hot breath on my face. He smelled like a spicy tomato… His eyes, like emeralds, shined brightly… "Or could you be jealous that I called him buff and handsome?" I didn't notice until then that I was leaning forward so much and I jerked back as far as I could in my seat, my face turning red.

"Hell no! Bastard, I told you not to try anything funny!" I crossed my arms over my chest trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. "Now get the fuck away from my car so I can go home." It was then that Feliciano got into the car. I slammed the door shut almost hitting Spain, who just dodged the door and started laughing. I rolled down the windows like I usually do when driving.

"Goodbye Lovino. I can't wait to see you tomorrow!" He winked and turned away. I revved the engine hearing my baby's beautiful purr that always seemed to calm my anger down some and sped off almost hitting three people.

"Ve~ Who was that brother? It looked like he was going to kiss you!" Feliciano asked and exclaimed. He was wobbling back and forth in the seat, something he did when he was being impatient. We both looked the same; brown hair, brown eyes, creamy skin and that annoying curl, only his was on the right while mine was on the left but everyone always thought that Feliciano was the cuter, friendlier and 'better' twin. With his happy goody-two-shoes attitude, he got along with people better than I would.

I just thought it was annoying as hell. "Hell no, he was not about to k-kiss me! I wouldn't have let that happen at all." I was focusing on my driving but I could still see Feliciano fidgeting and messing with his blue jacket buttons next to me.

"It didn't look like you wouldn't let him to me~ even Ludwig noticed." I could feel holes burning into my face from his staring. "And you're blushing! You haven't stopped since it looked like he was going to kiss you!"

"I am not blushing!" I tried to calm down enough to not be pink anymore. Feliciano was so obnoxious. Sometimes I thought he said those types of things just to annoy me and make me embarrassed. Even when we are in public, he has no filter, just saying everything that pops into his head. "I am red from anger! I can't believe people actually saw that." I was mumbling now. "That bastard will be sorry tomorrow. And he wants me to come over? Ha!" The speedometer kept getting closer to 90mph and I could feel the vibrations from the car as its engine roared. I could feel my anger subside.

"He invited you over to his house?" Feliciano was bouncing in his seat. "You should go! It might be fun Roma!" I hated how my cheeks got warm at the use of the nickname he gave me when we were little. Normally the nickname wouldn't bother me, but I was in a bad mood.

"I practically just met him! Why the hell would I go to his house?" I pulled my Ferrari into the garage and didn't wait for Feliciano before I went inside to my room upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. I threw myself onto my bed and just laid there letting my cheeks go back to normal color. After about an hour of just lying there I heard a light tap on my door.

"Ve~ Romano?" I heard Feliciano's voice from behind the door. "Can I come in please?"

I sighed and rolled over in my bed, not answering his question. Feliciano opened my door a few inches, only enough to stick his head into my room, and stayed there for a minute to make sure it was alright that he did. "You can come in Feli." I used my nickname for him to show that I wasn't mad him, like he usually thinks whenever I cuss at him- which is a lot.

His brown eyes got slightly wide and he smiled his dopey grin as he literally skipped into my room. He jumped onto my bed, causing me to bounce with him. "Grandpa Rome said that we could make pasta for dinner. Will you please cook with me?"

I groaned and sat up on my bed. "We have pasta almost ever night." I looked over to him and the look he was giving me was more than I could handle. He almost looked like a pouting puppy. "Ugh, fine. I'll help make pasta, but I'm making extra tomato sauce for it."
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically and jumped off of the bed, pulling me along with him. "Hey bastard! Let go of me!" I shouted, but he kept pulling me along.